I have twisted hands from arthritis hence, lobster claws with a little humor.
|My hands are like lobster claws
Just one of my latest flaws
I can't pick up, hold onto, or grab
That's why I've become such a crab
Because of the things I use to do
I tell my oldest daughter,
Like the ocean color I'm feeling blue.
I now am a fish out of water.
Still I have so many blessings
like the white sands near the sea,
Someday, I'm gonna be back
To the young person I use to be.